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The Story of the Yellow Flowers by Frances Weld Danielson. This is a LibraryCall adaptation and recording. Once there were a great many weeds in a field. No one appreciated the weeds and they felt as though they had no place in the world. The cows would not eat them, the children would not pick them, and even the bugs did not seem to like them. “I don’t see what we’re here for,” said one of the weeds.

Johnny Crow’s Party By L. Leslie Brooke Johnny Crow Plied Rake and Row And improved his little Garden. And the Eagle Looked quite regal In Johnny Crow's Garden And the Cockatoo Said "Comment vous portez vous?" But the Gander Didn't understand her; Yet the Flamingo Spoke the same lingo In Johnny Crow's Garden. Mr.

Este cuento se llama Cartas de las hadas escrito por Anna Suarez. Este es un cuento original y una grabación de LibraryCall. Había una chica llamada Ariel que vivía en una granja al final del Camino Lavanda. Detrás de la granja había un arroyo. A Ariel le encantaban los calurosos días de verano, recogiendo frutas frescas y saltando por las rocas del arroyo. La naturaleza siempre estuvo a su alrededor. Una luminosa mañana de verano, Ariel se despertó y escuchó a su madre llamarla.

This story is called The Fairy Flower by Louisa M. Alcott, adapted and recorded by LibraryCall. In a large and pleasant garden sat little Annie, all alone. She seemed very sad. Drops of tears like dew fell fast upon the flowers beside her. The warm wind lifted up her shining hair, while the sunbeams made little rainbows in her tears. Annie, tell me why you weep,” said a low voice in her ear. Looking up, the child beheld a small figure standing on a vine leaf at her side.

Letters from the fairies There was a little girl named Ariel who lived in a farmhouse deep in the woods on Lavender Lane. Behind the little farmhouse was a creek. Ariel loved the hot summer days of picking fresh fruit off the trees and walking across the rocks in the creek. Nature was always around her. One day, Ariel woke up to the fresh summer morning light and heard her mother call for her. Breakfast, my dear! Ariel could smell the sweet aroma of pancakes, her favorite breakfast.